Inuyasha's home was destroyed in a suspicious accident. After living on the streets, he is betrayed to social security. Forced into submission, all he wants most is to be free once more with his family. Then she shows up. After an incident with his long lost uncle, he is taken away from yet another home and dumped in hers. All the while, someone finds out that Inuyasha is still alive, and intends to finish the job they started when they murdered his father many years ago. Will Inuyasha be able to fend off this mysterious stranger? Or will he be killed along with the only human to give him a reason for living? The answer might never be known, but it is linked with a girl named Kagome and a snobby boy named Naraku. (actually, naraku is a spoiled brat/cold hearted murderer, so snobby just doesn't cut it.) Rated for Inuyasha's, and Naraku's, mouth. BTW, Inuyasha is also a bitter, cranky, idiot for the first few chapters, but dont' worry about it too much. Inu/Kag...R&R
Part 1: the meeting"I hate Mondays!" I groaned. It was my first day at school since, ever. Stupid social services meddling in my life.
I was waiting out in the hallway for the teacher to bring me in and introduce me to the rest of the class. The idiot was probably telling them about my special "circumstances" and that they should welcome me with open arms. What a load. Who would ever welcome me? They would probably start bugging me after the first few days. God have mercy on the first person tomesswithme, cause I WON'T!
"You may come in now." A slightly balding man said. He was probably in his forties by the look of him. But his eyes had that annoying 'always happy' look in them. It made me sick. He held open the door expectantly like he wanted me to skip through like I was actually happy to be here. I'll shatter those dreams, just as fast as they shattered mine.
I walked in any way (I didn't skip though), trying not to care as the entire class gasped at my less than proper clothing. Those damn social workers may have what they think are my best interests in mind, but they sure didn't care about the holes in my clothes or the fact everything was too big. It was a donation some sap sent in trying to 'help out a good cause.' Everything had been taken away and something new thrust in its place. Like: my home, demolished with a bulldozer and replaced with some family I didn't even know; my clothes, thrown away and 'temporarily' replaced with this crap; my life, meddled with till they thought I had everything I needed. They knew nothing of what a person needs.
"Well, do you want to introduce yourself?" the teacher asked just a little too eagerly.
"Inuyasha." I said. Plain and simple, just like I like it.
"Is that a nickname? Who would name their kid 'dog demon?'" a snobby rich little snot of a boy asked from the back of the room.
I gave him my patented way to get rid of people like him, a death glare. I know this is over used in booksbut, if looks could kill, he'd have dropped dead. I love that line!
"Be nice children." The teacher said. They should pin their names on their shirt like the guys at the cash registers. Then you can tell their little suck up acts apart.
The rest of the class just snickered, like they would actually be nice just because this pushover asked them too. Who would listen to such a moron? This guy was so stupid it put my insults to shame. I've never seen a bigger excuse to look down on those pathetic weaklings.
"Any questions class? I'm sure our guest would love to answer them." Do I have to keep pointing out his stupidness? He's doing a pretty good job on his own.
A girl in back raised her hand. She seemed a little familiar, like I'd seen her somewhere before. But where?
"Yes, Kagome?" puh-leez! Just shut up already! Will someone tell this guy to get a life?
"Shouldn't we get started on the assignment? I'm sure Inuyasha could use the review." She coaxed the bumbling idiot.
"Well, I guess your right. You can sit at my desk till we get another table in here. Just take this pretest so we can see how far beh- I mean ahead you are in math." I know he thinks he saved himself there, but that slip up will cost him dearly. I'll show them all. Just because you lived on the streets doesn't mean you didn't learn math. There's math everywhere. Like, if you have $3.98 and you steal exactly $2.67 from 4 people, how much cash do ya got? Duh!
I grabbed the paper and headed towards his desk. It had to be his desk; it was covered in little gold stars and pictures of past teacher's pets. I sat down in the overly stuffed swivel chair and grabbed a pencil from my jeans pocket. Lucky it didn't fall out that gigantic hole in the side.
"Crap." I muttered under my breath. You would to if you saw the following problem:
35a (-47b) – 1.7b
I swear I almost screamed. Why did the stupid world think I could answer that! What is wrong with these people? I skipped to the next question:
What is a variable expression?
Variable? Doesn't that mean something that can be changed? Okay, I'll guess, the answer is:
An expression you can change.
That wasn't too bad. Only, I looked down at the paper, 48 more problems to go. This sucks. Well, I guess it could be worse. Half of the questions are multiple choices. Next question:
If Joey is going to go bungee jumping, how long should his bungee cord be when stretched to its full length if the cliff is 100 feet tall?
a) More than 100 feet
b) 100 feet
c) Less than 100 feet
d) Cannot be solved
What in the world is bungee jumping? Maybe he's going to jump off a bungee. It talks about a cliff, not a bungee. Maybe the bungee is on top of the cliff and he's going to jump off both. Then it would have to be more than 100 feet so he can get to the bottom and not be hanging in the air. So the answer has to be a!
My test went like this for the rest of the hour and I finished just as the bell rang. The dumb guy took one look at it and handed me a piece of paper that said I had to come by after school to his class so we could "have a serious conversation" and then he shooed me off and out of the class room. Then who should show up but that snobby little snot nosed brat from the back of the class. The little shit even brought his friends. And they were so short! You couldn't tell when they sat down, but these guys must have been mutated or something! They were freakin' dwarfs!
"So, are you-" he began but a certain girl who seemed familiar slammed into him, hooked my arm in hers and sped away, dragging me with her.
"What are you-" I tried to yell at her till she turned a corner sharply and suddenly stopped, effectively slamming me against the wall.
"Man! I barely got you out of there in time! I don't want to think about what Naraku would have done to you!" she frantically said as she peeled me off the wall. I thought I was going to be 'wall' kill for a minute.
"Who? Why? What is going on?" I screamed when I realized where she had dragged me. I WAS IN THE GIRLS BATHROOM! You will not believe how often I've accidentally walked into one of those and gotten maced. Ah, the memories.
"Calm down! The guys' bathroom is getting new tile so the guys have to use this one. It's cool. The little shrimpy guy that was bugging you in class is Naraku. He's a pain in the neck and he's always forcing other kids to be one of his groupies. You do not want to join the realm of the undead." She said even faster but with an air of calmness. Just to put it simply, she was annoying. And reminding me more and more of someone I couldn't name just yet.
"Miroku! Sango! I got him!" she called to the bathroom stall on the farthest end.
"Good. Don't want our little newbie to get his brain suck out through his forehead with a bendy straw." A slightly older boy than this -Kagome was it? - Said as he exited the stall. He apparently has a thing for purple and black. I hope to God he isn't Goth.
"Stop being silly!" a girl said as she exited a stall. Good thing it was a different stall or I would have been suspicious. She was about the same height and build as Kagome but she had her hair in a high ponytail and Kagome had hers' down to her mid-back. And that was about all I could distinguish between them. Humans, they all look the same to me.
"Well, we still need to show him around. We can't let him be eaten alive by the queen bee's or let him be trampled by the foot ball jocks or the basket ball air patrol!" Miroku- the guy in purple- said.
"Then we better get started!" Sango and/or Kagome said happily. And that was the beginning of a very long and hard day, and even longer week, and one of the best years of my life.
Sorry, had to end it here. It's 8 pages on my count and I spent over 2 hours writing it. This is going to be a very long story. I can feel it. I just hope it doesn't flop like my other story, "time for trouble." I think that was my best serious fanfic ever. I'm putting this in comedy, but I'm not sure if it will stay that way. When I write my stories, it's like I'm reading a book. I know about as much as you do when it comes to what is going to happen next. Please review! You know you want to! It helps motivate me to write such wonderful chapters. Also, I can't write every day. More like every week on the weekends. So I'm sorry if you're disappointed. This is just a freak week for me. I have nothing to do at all! And if you're wondering, Inuyasha is going into 8th grade. That is why Naraku is a shrimp and Sango is actually happy and not thinking of Kohaku all the time (although I don't blame her).